There’s nothing like pumpkin pies baking in the oven to say the day is almost upon us. In fact, although it’s still a day early, the dining room table is already set and awaiting the arrival of our guests. The turkey is brining out in the garage. The giblets are cooked. One year I cooked the giblets and Bill dumped the water and cleaned the pot in an effort to be helpful. That happened one time only.
There is much to be thankful for. I’m especially thankful that the wrong way driver who was trying to enter the freeway on the exit lane our daughter and grandson were using figured it out in time to prevent a disaster. Whew! And just for the record, if a wrong way driver is coming at you, stop!!! You’ll cut the force of the coming collision in half which will be better for all concerned, including the stupid drunk driving the wrong way. Also, it turns out that a stationary target is easier to miss. (That is my helpful hit for the day.)
I’m thankful that the deluge let up for a time this afternoon allowing the sun to come out long enough for the dogs and me to have some outside time. Somehow outside steps seem less of a hardship than inside steps.
So take time to smell the flowers and the pumpkin pies this weekend. Monday will be time enough to get back on the scale.